Simple and Brutal, Unexpected

Beneath the blood moon, Kunlun descended into chaos.

From the walkie-talkies, reports from various squads rang out continuously.

Then each squad leader reported to the team commander.

When it came to Chen Feng’s turn,

no anomalies were found anywhere.

He said incredulously,

“Impossible, the ancient texts have records.

Someone must have opened a coffin somewhere without us noticing.

Or some squad is lying.”

Chen Feng put down the walkie-talkie.

A towering martial arts phantom, a hundred meters high, instantly appeared before him.

In front of him, there was also an ancient zither formed from his vital energy.

The next moment,

the sound of the zither rang out, traveling a hundred miles.

Through the feedback of sound waves,

Chen Feng had a clear view of every squad within a hundred miles.

Indeed, no anomalies were found.

His figure then transformed into a bolt of lightning.

He reappeared a hundred miles away, using his sonic skill again to inspect the situation within that radius.

At this time, the Kunlun mountain range

consisted of nothing but forests and teams from the Martial Arts Association.

For Chen Feng, inspecting these was relatively easy.

If this had been a bustling city area,

even a single mile, let alone a hundred,

would have been beyond his ability to survey.

Soon, Chen Feng finished inspecting all the squads.

Indeed, nothing unusual was found.

...

In Tiandu,

inside the villa where Chen Feng lived,

Su Yan was coaxing her daughter to sleep.

Only Jin Youxi was home at the moment.

Zhao Bing and Liu Weiwei, both Martial Saints, were in the Kunlun Mountains assisting the Martial Arts Association in guarding the Ghost Tombs.

Every year at this time,

while Chen Feng was away, Su Yan would appear in Tiandu

to spend time with her daughter.

Just before the blood moon appeared,

Su Yan suddenly received a message from the Swallowing Heaven Club.

“The Ghost Tomb stone coffin with the hexagram ‘Earth Fire Bright’ has been discovered,

and it’s about to be successfully opened.”

However, the next moment,

new news arrived:

“The Martial Arts Association has found the Ghost Tomb stone coffin with the hexagram ‘Wind Above Wind,’

but it is guarded by the War God Aiden.

Aiden personally confirmed that the coffin belongs to Mr. Su.”

Su Yan smiled helplessly.

“What luck, both of them turning up at once.

If the stone coffin with the hexagram ‘Earth Fire Bright’ resurrects that uncle, it’ll be trouble!

What a rare opportunity. Good thing I prepared in advance.

I’ve waited three years. I’ve had enough. Let’s see if I can seize this chance.”

She looked at her sleeping daughter,

then quietly left the room.

Jin Youxi sat silently in the living room.

She had always kept this secret for Frost,

never telling Chen Feng about it.

She knew that once her master learned the truth,

he would fall into a difficult dilemma,

and it would also hurt Frost.

“It’s only 11:06. Won’t you stay with Frost a little longer?”

Su Yan smiled and said,

“Something’s happened in the Kunlun Mountains.”

Jin Youxi was startled.

She asked anxiously,

“Is Master in danger?”

Su Yan walked out while saying with a smile,

“Don’t worry, I’m heading there right away.”

Jin Youxi quickly stood up, chasing after Su Yan.

“Are you going to cause more trouble for Master again?

No matter which one of you gets hurt, Frost will be devastated.

For Frost’s sake, can’t you let go of your hatred?”

Hatred?

Su Yan let out a cold laugh.

“Is that what Chen Feng told you?”

She shook her head and said,

“Don’t worry, your master won’t be in any danger.

The one who is truly in danger is me.”

“But if I die, I might just give your master a nice surprise.”

Jin Youxi chased after her to the door.

She asked, somewhat puzzled, “What do you mean by that?”

“Master never intended to kill you.”

“If you died, Master would be heartbroken—how could that be a surprise?”

Su Yan actually paused in her step.

She smiled at Jin Youxi, who always defended Chen Feng.

“Haven’t you noticed? Every time one of Chen Feng’s disciples dies, his power surges.”

“That happened when Ye Xing died, and when Xiao Ruohan died too.”

“His strength inexplicably skyrockets, with such a huge gap that normal cultivation couldn’t explain it.”

“If I die this time, Chen Feng might just become a Martial God on the spot.”

With that, Su Yan suddenly leaped, vanishing in an instant.

Jin Youxi was left standing there, dazed.

She had also noticed.

Her master’s cultivation level was extremely abnormal.

Thinking it over carefully,

she recalled that Master only seemed to practice when teaching them martial arts.

During their time together,

she had almost never seen him train.

Yet his progress in cultivation had always been unbelievably fast.

Thanks to Su Yan’s remark,

Jin Youxi now also realized:

A few years ago, when Master went to the Holy Capital to rescue his junior disciple Zhao Bing,

he had gone as a Grandmaster.

By the time he arrived, he was a Martial Honor.

And during that interval, Ye Xing had died.

Later, during the battle in the Holy Capital, the same thing happened.

He went as a Martial Honor,

and by the time the battle ended,

he was a Martial Saint.

In between, Xiao Ruohan had died.

It was all too much of a coincidence.

But Jin Youxi still firmly believed

that Master could not be practicing some disciple-sacrificing technique.

Even if he had cultivated some evil art,

it would only target those vile traitors who deserved it.

...

In the prison of the Martial Arts Guild,

Feng Tengyun looked over the intelligence in his hands.

He paced back and forth in the cell, unable to stop.

“All the stone coffins that have appeared are under surveillance,” he muttered.

“So why has another Ghost Tomb coffin opened?”

“Which link in the chain broke down?”

According to the intelligence,

the Hour of the Rat had only just begun when Su Yuanshan’s seized Ghost Tomb coffin was discovered.

Other stone coffins were only appearing sporadically one after another.

With so many Martial Saints, and even Martial Gods, keeping watch,

how had Su Yan managed it?

Unconsciously,

a piece of the intelligence paper slipped from Feng Tengyun’s hand.

He frowned and bent down to pick it up.

As his hand touched the paper on the ground,

he suddenly froze.

His eyes stared at the floor in disbelief.

Then he snapped his head up.

Looked at the crowd of subordinates waiting for his orders outside the cell.

“Tell them now!” he shouted.

“It’s underground!”

The men were stunned.

“Elder Feng, what do you mean, underground?”

Feng Tengyun reviewed every piece of intelligence in his mind, carefully.

For the first time, a rare frown creased his usually calm face.

“Members of the Devouring Heaven Club are underground,” he said.

“The Ghost Tomb coffins haven’t been appearing in small numbers each time.

Instead, most of them have appeared where no one can see them.”

The man then understood.

He immediately picked up the phone to relay the intelligence to those in the Kunlun Mountains.

Feng Tengyun retrieved the fallen intelligence paper,

neatly organized every sheet,

and then resumed his usual expressionless face.

He said flatly,

“Such a simple and straightforward method.”

"None of us even thought of it."

"This time, I'm afraid Su Yan is going to get her way."